Judas Cradle Novels & Stories

“Everyone outside this restroom should hear exactly what a dirty little slut you are for me. Scream louder, princess. Let them know who’s ruining both your tight holes.” “Hades... oh god, Hades!” I moaned loudly, unable to stop myself. My body trembled violently as he started thrusting, his cock stretching my ass while his fingers fucked my pussy in the same brutal rhythm. The fullness was overwhelming, the pleasure edged with sharp pain that only made everything more intense. “I...I can’t take it,” I sobbed, tears spilling down my cheeks. “It’s too much... Hades, please… I’m so full”

“The mated I’ve had killed. They were Johnathan’s. They were survivors of Johnathan’s madness.” “And the two pair Korin lost?” I asked, turning my attention to Korin, in the hopes my theory was right. Fuck I hoped it was right… Korin raised an eyebrow at my obvious enthusiasm but nodded. “Yes, they were originally from Johnathan too.” I grinned, looking at Rhayden and Absinthe before looking back to Othello. “Johnathan was the original link. Kendrick made his sons finish their Uncle’s work. Finish off the Bloodlines of his Coven, so there was no trace of them left. And then he made himself readily available to be killed, completing it.”

He’s declaring war. And he's using me as the battlefield. Judas thrashes like a beast unchained. Kyle shouts his name, but it’s drowned by the crash of another table toppling, another punch breaking through the thick air like gunfire. Judas is wild now, feral—his knuckles red, his suit bloodied not from injury but from wrath. He doesn’t care. Doesn’t see. Doesn’t stop. Massimo just laughs. That low, taunting chuckle that fuels the fire, that tells Judas this is exactly what he wanted.

James dragged Kiel far from me and I watch them but later on check out the car, and when I hold the hood of the car my head hurt a little and I close my eyes and a memory appear… not really a memory but rather a sound of the car in full speed and me screaming with enthusiasms. “What the hell was that?” “Is there something wrong?” James asked that made me look at him. I bite my lips and told them about the memory and they both look at each other while nodding. “We should eat our lunch together.” James suggested and before I knew it I get inside the car and felt the familiar feeling once again and I just smile through it. “Cradle to grave.” James suddenly said that made me look at him and felt

At first, his parents tried to hide him in the dark but it was not long before his parents were captured and killed by The Spirits, the most powerful and superior witch since primordial times. After the murder of his loved ones, Judas, who inherits the powers of both his parents, almost wiped out the entire population of witches and werewolves in just a span of a fortnight. Fourteen days of him ruthlessly tearing the bones apart of every wolf in sight, of conjuring powerful deities that strike to kill witches of every kind. Fourteen days of avenging the untimely death of his parents. He was fueled with rage and was hungry for justice.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.

His fingers wrapped around the collar still buckled around my throat from the night before. “To a club. Not just any club. The one where I was trained. By him.” “Him?” Jax smirked. “You’ll call him Master Crane. He’s going to help me see how well I’ve trained you. See if you’ve earned your leash.” My thighs clenched. “Are you afraid?” I didn’t lie. “Yes.” He leaned in, brushing his mouth along my ear. “Good.” The club was unmarked. Of course. A black door. A red light. And a woman at the front desk with tattooed knuckles and a clipboard of names.

"When Christ shall come, with a shout of acclamation, And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart. . ." Judas' heart couldn't hide the discontent he felt when he found his boss standing there by the window. Who else was outside the windows?—he knew that well and he wondered how all of a sudden his boss would stare at his daughter, listening to her voice. He pursed his lips, not liking the view. The servant bowed to him slightly and left the two men alone, smiling at the voice of her mistress. "Then I shall bow, in humble adoration, And then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art. . ."

Her pussy gripped him tight. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jake groaned. He held her hips and started moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust was deep and rough. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, louder than the rain outside. Mira pushed back against him, meeting every stroke. Her breasts swung with the force of it. Jake reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly. The slight pain mixed with the pleasure made everything sharper.

He likes her but her child is another case. She looked at him with those sad and painful eyes making him feel guilty. So stood up and went toward his car, leaving her alone. The drugs were fucking with his head making him remorseful. He shouldn't have taken that drug. He crashed on his bed and slept, not knowing that he had ruined an innocent life in a misunderstanding. . . . Few days have passed, now the guilt was eating him alive. He shouldn't have let out all his frustration on that girl. He couldn't think anything straight when it came to Miranda. He pulled his hair and again gulped down a shot of whiskey.